The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

onto his bed. My face hits his shirt, and I inhale even though I shouldn’t. Why do even his clothes smell as good as him? It doesn’t make any

the bed when the door suddenly opens again, “Autumn, why

distance away, and I can feel my cheeks burn at the reminder of what

to break the record for my list of most embarrassing things I’ve

into the

up,” my sister tells me as she joins my side. I

crap. Everyone from my school knew that I was marrying Atticus already. Just like I had suspected. Some were calling me

managed to upset me, like the

‘How could you?’

but it left the impact that she wanted it to have

to any of this. When I get a chance, I will have to corner him about everything. It couldn’t be something simple that made him agree to marry me. Did his parents threaten him and

are ten missed calls from her—my closest friend. She should know that I would never intentionally

wedding. Even though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t want to take him

the room, my heart stops beating for a second. I can’t help but stare. The

though my heart was racing in my chest. This is the effect he always had on me. Except

set

says. He takes us to the photographer. The man looks eager to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to taking pictures of

her.” The photographer orders

photographers to the back, ready to snap as